The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Well, we were the only gay couple there. *ahem* Bisexual and Lesbian couple. There were lots of other couples holding hands and waiting. "Are they going to let us in?" And people had Starbucks, but it was superfluous, because they fed us.

So, Crate And Barrel was doing these cute little registry things. And I figured we'd go in and run around with the scanner, collect our free champagne flutes and go home. However, this was a two-level Crate and Barrel filled with lots of home-makey goodness. And so it was an Undertaking. Fortified with sugar and liquor (they gave us waffles and mimosas and strawberries dipped in chocolate), my beloved and I marched our scanner over to the gourmet section. Ramekins, beep! Loaf pans, beep! Giant teak canopy bed, beep! Okay, that wasn't in the gourmet section. But we ran around the store, and it was fun. And they piped in cheesy love music, and there was dancing among the flatware. My beloved featured such comments as "A knife should feel like it could hurt you!" and "We need a rolling pin you could kill somebody with." Also, "We need candlesticks, for the love of god! No- literally." I love how she gets all matial when she's excited. And then we docked our scanner at a very intelligent computer and we printed out our registry. You can see it at Crate and Barrel's website if you search on one of our last names. If you want to get us something, comment! and I'll e-mail you with our last names. Mmmmmpresents.

Next up: We register at Target. Or Tar-zhay, as you prefer. For all the towels and everyday dinnerware and stuff the kids are going to break in five years anyway. Because, really, we're not going to make you pay $19 for our towels. GET US TOWELS.

We had fun. And I felt like we were trailblazing or something. It was nice. *happy sigh*